Qin Hu

Chapter 9

The next day, early morning.

In the camp of the clan's children, Chun Yuyue came with all the Confucian scholars to teach Zhao Zihu Confucianism.

The first emperor had already issued an order, so even though they were reluctant in their hearts, they had no choice but to come.

"Mr. Han Fei..."

A group of Confucian doctors hadn't found the felt tent where Zhao Zihu was, but they met Han Fei who also came to give Zhao Zihu morning class.

"Brother Han, what happened today?"

Chunyu Yue bowed his hands, looked at the tattered Han Fei, and asked in amazement.

Well, Han Fei's clothes and caps had many holes, which looked like they were bitten by rats, and he looked like a beggar when he wore them.

Han Fei bowed his hands to the Confucian scholars, and said helplessly: "I slept soundly after drinking last night, and I don't know why there was a mouse in the tent. Fortunately, the retainers found it early, otherwise I am afraid I will have no clothes today."

Chunyuyue and the others were stunned, and said one after another, they turned around and borrowed his clothes to wear them first.

Han Fei did not refuse. After thanking him, he led the Confucian scholars and went straight to Zhao Zihu's felt tent.

"Han Fei saw a tent full of rats, screaming louder than a woman, jumping around naked, the scene is quite... hot eyes? Is that how you say, hot eyes?"

"Oh ha ha ha, of course, hot eyes! Brother, this trick is too damaging, I really like it, I respect my brother!"

In the yurt, Wang Li was telling his little brother about the results of tricking Han Fei last night, and Zhao Zihu was overjoyed to hear it, as if he started drinking early in the morning.

Han Fei and all the Confucian scholars went outside the tent and happened to hear them clearly.

Han Fei wasn't annoyed at all, but he found a thin, shiny bamboo strip out of nowhere, and walked squarely into the felt tent through the curtain.

Leaning slightly, Han Fei's whipping sound, Zhao Zihu's strange cry, and Wang Li's angry shout all came and went in the tent!
All the Confucian scholars stood outside the tent and looked at each other, but they were speechless for a while.

This clan tyrant dared to join forces with outsiders to trick the teacher so much, and judging by Han Fei's posture, it was obviously not the first time he had been tricked, and he went in and beat people with ease.

How can they teach you in the future?

Maybe he will follow in Han Fei's footsteps!
After a long while, the movement in the tent finally stopped.

Zhao Zihu rubbed his buttocks with one hand, grinned and opened the curtain, but saw that all the Confucians were outside, he was busy and seemed to be okay, and saluted all the Confucians: "Zihu has met all the teachers, good morning!"

All the Confucianists twitched, and they all bowed their hands in return: "I have seen you, young master."

Zhao Zihu invited all the Confucian scholars into the account, and ordered the waiters to set up a banquet of wine and meat.

The wine is mellow fruit wine, and the meat is the butchered vegetables and pork chops in sauce stewed last night, which are hearty and delicious.

But all the Confucian scholars didn't have the slightest thought. This morning, there is both wine and meat. Are you really not tired of panicking?
The point is, we are here to teach, not to eat, so what's the matter?
They were uncomfortable, but Han Fei was calm and composed. He drank the wine and ate the meat as soon as it came.

Give Zhao Zihu a class, just this rule, don't be rigid about etiquette, you will get used to it in the future!
The Confucian scholars saw that Han Fei ate and drank without restraint, and Zhao Zihu and Wang Li also feasted on it, and they were greedy after all.

Chunyu Yue set an example, he was the first to pick up the chopsticks, and tasted a piece of sauced pork chops. As soon as he took a bite of the meat, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and praised: "Young master, you have improved your cooking skills, you can be a master!"

He used to be the master of Fusu, the eldest son of the Great Qin Dynasty, and Zhao Zihu never forgot his elder brother Fusu when he cooked delicious food, so he followed Fusu, and Zhao Zihu always chewed on the grain.

When the Confucians saw that he moved, they stopped being polite. Those who drank alcohol drank alcohol, and those who ate meat ate meat. The tent was filled with praise.

"This fruit wine tastes delicious, it's rare!"

"The smelly pork can be cooked with such a taste, this kind of chef's accomplishments are indeed masters."

"Master Zihu is still smart, but this smartness is used in the way of cooking..."

The Confucian cannibals were short-spoken, and they also praised Zhao Zihu a few words.

Zhao Zihu bared his big white teeth and smirked, and said embarrassingly: "It's good that the masters like it. Yesterday outside the Yuanmen, Zihu spoke rudely in order to escape his father's punishment, but he offended all the masters. Today's meal of wine and meat should be regarded as an apology!"

His magnanimous attitude, which can be taught by a child, greatly increased the favor of the Confucian scholars, and they all said: "Knowing mistakes can be corrected, and there is nothing good about it."

Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his eyes around Zhao Zihu's immature black and fat face, then looked at the relaxed Confucian scholars, and then continued to cook with his head full.

This cowardly baby, he must not hold his fart in his stomach!
But since it doesn't hinder him, there is no need to expose it, otherwise he will be retaliated and tricked, so there is no need to ask for trouble!

"Young master, do you know something about Confucianism?"

Chunyu Yue ate a few pieces of sauced pork ribs, picked up the wine bottle and drank while talking.

Zhao Zihu blinked his Danfeng eyes that resembled Ying Zheng, and asked hesitantly, "Adore the ancient rituals of Zhou?"

Chunyu Yue nodded: "Confucius admired the ancient system the most."

Zhao Zihu spat out the pig bones in his mouth, and asked curiously: "Masters are arguing endlessly about the sacrificial ceremony of enshrining Zen on Mount Tai. What was the point in ancient times?"

Chunyu Yue sipped his wine and pondered for a while, before he said: "The theory of enshrining Zen has a long history. In ancient times, it can be traced back to the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and there were all the acts of enshrining Zen on Mount Tai."

"Recently, there is King Cheng of Zhou... This King Cheng of Zhou is the son of King Wu of Zhou and the second King of Zhou in the Zhou Dynasty. He inherited the legacy of King Wu. Dazhi, create an 800-year foundation..."

"If you talk about the sacrifice ceremony of Taishan Fengchan, the details can't be tested, but you can't go wrong if you follow the Zhou rituals!"

Zhao Zihu listened with great interest, even Wang Li forgot to eat and drink.

Otherwise, he can be the teacher of the eldest son Fusu. The explanation is simple and easy to understand, so that people can listen to it.

"What about the details?"

Zhao Zihu asked enthusiastically.

Seeing that he was thirsty for knowledge, Chunyu felt very relieved: "The purpose of Feng Chan is to be the ruler of the world, to offer sacrifices to the heaven and the earth, to be recognized, to be justified, and to rule the people."

"Therefore, prepare three animals, five grains, and six animals. There is no need for extravagance and luxury. Thrift is the best. The sincerity of the monarch lies in the heart. You should walk on the altar without hurting the grass and trees, and sweep the altar in person to show your sincerity. ..."

Zhao Zihu nodded while listening, but finally smacked his lips and said, "It sounds simple."

The Confucian scholars said in awe: "It's not easy... If this set of etiquette goes down, half the life of the living will be exhausted... Don't be arrogant..."

Zhao Zihu had almost eaten, got up and said: "There is a way that the ears will always feel shallow, and you will never know that this matter has to be practiced. Another way is to teach with fun. Teachers, why don't we go out to camp and find a low mountain. What about practicing it?"

Chun Yuyue and all the Confucian scholars were astonished, but after a while, they all applauded in unison: "My ears are shallow, and I know that this matter must be practiced... what you say, young master, is really a beautiful sentence... it is educational as well as entertaining, it should be in this way……"

The corner of Han Fei's mouth twitched as he looked at it, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud: [The Confucian scholars are enough! 】

(End of this chapter)